Saturday, June 21, 2014

Tonight started off
with a sweet ka-boom as we followed the notes Tuscan
beauty Roberta Gambarini
squeezed out into oblivion. The queen of fade and control, Gambarini
and her trio peppered the set with Argentinian, American, and Italian classics
elegantly and effortlessly.

Dressed like a leopard
print mermaid, Gambarini affected the tones of
saxophone and trumpet both quasi-literally when actual words bubbled up in her zippy
scat and literally when she imitated a trumpet. Oh, and let's not forget her from-the-floor-to-heaven's-door vocal range.

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PHOTO BY FRANK DE BLASE

Roberta Gambarini's band played Kilbourn Hall.

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Big Bad Voodoo Daddy played the City of Rochester East Ave. & Chestnut St. Stage.

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PHOTO BY FRANK DE BLASE

Janelle Monae performed at Kodak Hall at Eastman Theatre.

They tell me Janelle Monae
is on the rise and it's easy to say why. The set was sci-fi cool with a nod to
the Mothership as Monae
rolled out in a straitjacket and bandages like Hannibal Lecter
and Dr. Frankenstein creation. The energy was straight-up nuclear and loud.
She came out on 11 and stayed there.

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PHOTO BY FRANK DE BLASE

Nikki Hill performed at Abilene.

The crowd was on its
feet from the start and stayed, but Big
Bad Voodoo Daddy was down the street so I couldn't stay. I hidey-hauled my
ass down to the happening scene.

What started out as a
more tongue-in-cheek swing band has become a slick outfit and easily one of the
best jumpin' jive bands alive.
Yup, Big Bad Voodoo Daddy killed it on the Chestnut Street stage for
thousands of would-be lindy-hoppers. The thunder of the band's drummer was
contained by a giant plastic sneeze guard. Other than that, the band looked
decadently vintage ... and sounded that way too with an expertly brash blast of
timeless brass.

Nikki Hill had 'em lined up down the street
all the way to East Avenue. Abilene's later show was just as packed with a
howlingly enthusiastic crowd, brought to its feet by
Hill's feline purr and growl. Singing like Barbara Pittman beneath a pile of
bouffant hair, Hill had the Abilene crowd on it's feet and in the aisles -- so did Monae except she demanded it, Hills fans did it on their
own. Just sayin'. And while all eyes are on Hill and
her statuesque curves, a few of us eyeballed her hubby, Matt Hill on the guitar.
The spirit of Johnny "Guitar" Watson and Tarheel Slim
was in the tent that night. Have mercy... onto day 2.